Interminably tangled, the escalators wove themselves into a vast network, a great steel octopode either in conflict with or consoling itself. Heart rising to throat, sinking fast. In ascent and des…

Though always friendly and forthcoming on Twitter, where he can be found posting farcical scenarios, eccentric titbits and poignant asides, I found Ppallo far more difficult to pin down for an inte…

Max Daniel Lawton is a Los Angeles-based writer and translator who has distinguished himself by the breadth and variety of his English translations. I sat down with him to discuss the recent public…

Palermo Catacombs #7 (Two Girls Together) Sisters, probably, hopefully—uncomfortably morbid if friends, not that the baseline morbidity of the whole catacomb schtick screams comfort. If not for the…

In Songs for Olympia, Tomoé Hill enters into dialogue with French author and ethnologist Michel Leiris, as contemplation of Manet’s infamous painting gives rise to reflections on family, culture, i…

Structures don’t go out onto the streets…(Sorbonne graffiti, 1968) avant-neo-post There is a tendency in narratives about the avantgarde to devolve into trenchant debate about its revenant fa…

It is no secret that I started Inside the Castle ten years ago simply as an imprint to put on my self-published novel PLATS. I didn’t know any other writers. I had no idea of how to proceed into a …

In ten years I’ve never written an editorial in the first person — this is my first and last one. The time has arrived for me to step aside and let Minor Literature[s] continue without me. I d…

In his debut novel, In the Suavity of the Rock, author and essayist Greg Gerke reflects on memory, and the impulse to seek — and impose — narratives as a way of making the inchoate of life cohere. …

One always writes with a view to being read. This word I am writing is intended for a gaze, even if it is my own. The very act of writing implies an audience. 1. The addressee A borderline (and ext…

It is no secret that I started Inside the Castle ten years ago simply as an imprint to put on my self-published novel PLATS. I didn’t know any other writers. I had no idea of how to proceed into a …

Claremont Asylum was a brooding presence in a suburb of Perth, managed by the Lunacy Department under the stewardship of the Inspector General of the Insane, administering the Lunacy Act of 1903. I…

Graham Irvin is a Philadelphia-based writer whose recent publication, I Have a Gun, blends poetry and prose to target the topic of gun ownership in a tone that is at times satirical, and at other t…

Perhaps there’s no place better to experience “literature in the expanded field” than in an actual field outside of Lawrence, Kansas. Let me explain. During autumn 1995 while living in a dormitory …

[click on images to enlarge] XI XXXII XLIV LV Isabella Streffen is an artist, you can find her online as @MinxMarple. Her book Fabulae: How It Begins is available from Ma Bibliothèque.&nb…

Interminably tangled, the escalators wove themselves into a vast network, a great steel octopode either in conflict with or consoling itself. Heart rising to throat, sinking fast. In ascent and des…

In Songs for Olympia, Tomoé Hill enters into dialogue with French author and ethnologist Michel Leiris, as contemplation of Manet’s infamous painting gives rise to reflections on family, culture, i…

Oh, Mary dressed in water. I followed you into the river. There – a seizure. Thoughts vaulted from me like crows scattering at the sound of a shot. I became shocked meat, flooded with sensations: t…

Max Daniel Lawton is a Los Angeles-based writer and translator who has distinguished himself by the breadth and variety of his English translations. I sat down with him to discuss the recent public…

Alexander Dickow is poet, translator and academic based in the USA. He spoke with Béatrice Mousli about his interests, influences and his most recent poem Hob’s Game. Béatrice Mousli: A poet,…

Fum d’Estampa Press was launched in 2019 by Douglas Suttle to translate Catalan language poetry, fiction, and essays into English. Suttle, as well as being the founder, editor, and publisher of Fum…

An interview series in which we beat the lockdown blues reaching out to friends for a nice and informal telephone chat. In our twelfth episode, Fernando Sdrigotti talks to John Tretry, writer and e…

Dad was on a first name basis with the inimitable character actor Seymour Cassel, who lived next door to my grandmother in a one-bedroom apartment on the 11th floor of the Santa Monica Shores apart…

Well, no one seemed to notice that I didn’t write anything for this column last month. Sometimes, just sometimes, gentle reader, one gets precisely what one pays for. My Return But now I̵…

Debugging A Random Carrington Generator as a gift for his daughters, Antonio thinks, which he can code in his sleep since the task consists of numbering each sentence from the complete stories of L…

To celebrate the publication of her debut book, We the Parasites, a “dazzlingly erudite disquisition on the erotics of criticism” (Lauren Elkin), Minor Lits brought together author A.V. Marraccini,…

foliage, aphid’s hour :: finding clay with flesh and flesh :: a mastmaiden of its own :: petals clear themselves :: of voice undressingdistance :: in a kite of mist :: or does it :: slack dimension…

I had been working all morning, translating difficult passages and writing commentaries. My eyes were red and stung when I rubbed them. I was hungry and thirsty. I’d nothing to eat since last night…

Co-producers and hosts of the Unsound Methods podcast, Lochlan Bloom and Jaimie Batchan, recently sat down with Ansgar Allen to discuss his fiction, the processes behind it, and the creative and cr…

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to disappear. As a child, a little girl, I recall the desperation of wanting to make myself smaller. I was already tiny but cursed with big fee…

The poetical imagination is one thing, and the biblical imagination, inevitably, something else; side by side, they struggle to co-exist. To attempt in literature to become God was first for Rimbau…

Róbert Gál’s Tractatus offers an epigraph by the Austrian philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein: “Philosophy ought to be written only as poetry.” Gál certainly takes those words to heart as he effectivel…

Not alone, not alone, not alone. Wherethere is an and, we follow it. Or they, ifyou’re on the outside. And means morethan one and more than one means notalone,  not  alone.  Th…

“So crawls a toad on his belly into a bed of flowers.” —Jean Paul, tr. Charles T. Brooks Under the deepening brume of a once-splendid drunkenness, I sit under fluttering neon. Neon blus…